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“You’ll suffer naturally because you’re toxic,” my doctor husband sneered, blocking the nurses from performing a C-section for my giant 10-pound baby as revenge for his intern. I writhed in pain, clutching the bed rails until my knuckles turned white. When the grueling delivery finally ended, the heavy delivery room doors banged open. My husband staggered in, his face drained of color as he looked at the newborn chart, fell to the floor, and shrieked, “No… that’s impossible! Whose child is-“

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and medical abuse.

That evening, leaving the chaotic celebration below, Gavin and I ascended to the rooftop helipad of the medical center. The Nashville skyline stretched out beneath us, a glittering sea of lights beneath a bruised, spectacular sunset. The wind was fierce, pulling at my hair.

Gavin stood shoulder-to-shoulder with me, looking out over continue reading …

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